At first, everyone was not quite used to it, but as time went on, they all got accustomed to it.
In the twins' room, there was a long order list, all recently received from classmates.
During their days at the Black Family Mansion, they lived very freely, without their mom suddenly doing spot checks and burning their order list to ashes.
After about half a month, one morning, Mr. Weasley arrived at the Black Family Mansion.
"Welcome, Arthur." Little Sirius and Mr. Weasley shared a big hug, "Really happy to see you — have you eaten?"
"I have," Mr. Weasley said, "We need to buy tickets now, remember our previous arrangement? I've already talked to Ludo Bagman about it."
"Will he sell them to us?" Little Sirius asked.
"Don't worry, Little Sirius." Mr. Weasley said gently, "Ludo and I get along well, I quite like him, he's very friendly — I once helped him with a little trouble: his brother got into a bit of a mess — turned a lawnmower into something with special abilities — I smoothed everything over."
"So that's how it is." Little Sirius nodded and said.
They hurriedly left and then hurriedly came back.
"Looks like your harvest went well?" Hermione looked up and asked.
"Booked a top-quality box." Little Sirius said with a smile, "Don't worry, enough room for all of us — even double the number could fit... perhaps I could invite Dumbledore to watch the match together? Oh, and Professor McGonagall, she loves Quidditch."
"Are you sure Professor McGonagall wants to see you?" Harry mercilessly teased his godfather.
"Joking!" Little Sirius said with indignation, "I was Professor McGonagall's favorite student, haha!"
Harry thought, fine, as long as you're not Dumbledore's favorite student — otherwise, there's an obsessive guy from Austria who would show you what a 'black hand' means.
"The day after tomorrow is the Quidditch match." Little Sirius said again, "We'll pack up and depart together from the Black Family Mansion — Arthur, you can have the kids and Molly come gather here, there's plenty of room for them to stay."
No problem there, after all, the Black Family Mansion illegally used the Traceless Stretching Spell, the space inside rivals a large castle.
"Alright." Mr. Weasley tucked the tickets back into his pocket, "I'll go get them over here... of course, Ludo said he could help arrange a tent for us, solving a big problem..."
Tent?
Nobody underestimated Mr. Weasley's words, after seeing Professor Scamander's tent, everyone had a new understanding of tents.
At noon, the Weasley family came through the fireplace with their bags.
First out were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who quickly adapted and hugged Little Sirius.
Then came Ginny and Percy, Percy wearing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, clearly a bit unwilling, holding a pile of papers, looking like he hadn't finished his tasks.
Finally, there were the two red-haired men, Harry had never seen them before, but he could guess they were surely the Weasley family's eldest and second son — Bill and Charlie.
"How are you, Harry?"
The brother closest to Harry smiled, extending a large, heavy hand.
Harry reached out and shook it, feeling his fingers touch many calluses and blisters.
This must be Charlie, he studies fire dragons in Romania, hence the roughness.
Charlie's build was similar to the twins, short and stout compared to the beanpole Percy and Ron.
He had a kindly broad face, weathered, covered in freckles so dense they seemed almost brown-black.
His arms were muscular, one arm had a shiny large burn scar from fire.
Bill also came over, smiling and shaking hands with Harry.
Bill's appearance was somewhat surprising, Harry knew he worked at Gringotts, or Wizard Bank, and was the head boy at Hogwarts School.
Because of his head boy status, Harry always assumed Bill was a semblance of Percy, just older, and equally bothered by rule-breaking and fond of ordering everyone around.
Seeing him today, however, Harry realized that wasn't the case — Bill had an unmistakably 'cool' aura, appearing very punk.
He was tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail at the back, wearing an earring dangling a fan-like object.
Bill's outfit, even for a rock concert, wouldn't seem out of place, but Harry noticed his boots were dragon skin, not cow leather.
In terms of demeanor, Bill was closer to Sirius before the Potter family's tragedy.
"We've finally met, Harry." Bill said, shaking Harry's hand, "Thank you for looking after Ron, you know? He could even take me down in a duel."
"It was a sneak attack," Ron clarified, showing a clear respect for older brother Bill, more so than Percy and the twins.
After all, Bill seemed... really like a big brother.
Both in the biological and social sense of the word 'big brother.'
"Hahaha..." Bill laughed heartily, patting Ron's shoulder with his hand.
Before he could speak, Percy interrupted.
"Excuse me — is there a table here? Merlin... I have to continue my work..."
He muttered, seemingly to no one in particular, as if talking to himself, looking a bit out of sorts.
"There." Hermione pointed to the living room, "The living room has a table, you can use it temporarily..."
"What's wrong with him?" Ron curiously asked.
"Writing a report for the International Magical Cooperation Department." Percy interrupted before Bill could answer, his expression as if undertaking something monumental: "Mr. Crouch assigned this task to me, we're preparing to standardize the thickness of cauldrons, some imports have bottoms too thin — leakage rates are growing at about three percent annually —"
"Remarkable, this report will change the world." Ron said, "I bet the Prophet Daily will feature it on the front page: Cauldron Leaks."
Percy's face flushed red, trembling with rage, looking like he wanted to throw his papers at Ron's face.
Seeing this, Ron wisely chose to hide behind Bill.
Percy glared at him, then turned and left.
"He's working under Old Batty Crouch now." Charlie added in a low voice, "He's practically fanatical about Crouch now, can't speak three sentences without mentioning him — just like just now — 'Mr. Crouch assigned me this task.'
To be fair, Charlie's imitation of Percy was spot on, making the Weasley Twins laugh out loud.
"Oh right." Charlie waved at the Weasley Twins.
Seeing the twins approaching, Charlie glanced at his mom chatting with Little Sirius, and warned them softly, "You two better not let mom find out about your Weasley Wizard Wheezes, she's discovered the orders brought by owls already, I can't guarantee what she'll do if she sees you still working on those little tricks..."
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